Four ones and a colon

Four ones and a colon, twice a day you torment me. I wish I could look at your pair of elevens, oblivious to your memories. I struggle to understand why something that brought me so much joy now brings me pain. I have nothing but happy memories; I must feel entirely let down. I need you to leave me. I need you to drown in insignificance. I need you to return to representing one minute of time and nothing more. Go away. You're not welcome without the freckled princess who created you.

Let go and trust me

I had an amazing time tonight. I felt much attention from other women and while it may have been validating, I did not desire it. My heart and desire belong to you. When you're not around, life continues. But it's not the same as when you're in it. I want my life to be filled with an abundance of you. I want you to just let go and trust me. I want that pressure. I want that responsibility. I want you to trust that God can bring a trustworthy man into your life. I want every part of you and not an ounce less. I want the opportunity to be proven worthy to be entrusted with your heart. I want to reflect God's unending, uncompromising, unconditional love towards you. Time marches on but one thing remains constant. In no uncertain terms: I want you G.